"Hehe, don't worry, take a look at the style of my underworld, and then it's not too late to go to see Your Majesty."

Zheng Weimin said with a smile.

Subsequently, he took everyone to Xudu, the River Styx, the Nai He Bridge and other places, and had a good tour of the scenery of the lower underworld.

I walked around for hours before I finally stopped.

got off the sightseeing car, took everyone, and came to the deepest part of the underworld.

Yin Tian Temple.

Towering and vast, majestic, high above the sky.

A black stone staircase of unknown length connects the ground and the main hall, like a ladder to the sky, leading to the place of gods and demons in the sky.

The heads of the Yang world stood at the foot of the steps, looking up at the vast palace at the end of the stairs, their hearts shook slightly, and they couldn't help but feel that they were as small as dust.

This is indeed worthy of being a temple of gods and demons, a supreme temple in the underworld.

"Your Majesty, the heads of state of the Yang World have arrived."

Zheng Weimin bowed to the temple on the heavenly dome from afar.

"Let them in."

In the temple above the heavenly dome, a loud voice was heard.

I don't know how far away, but it also echoes very clearly in the ears of heads of state, and it is even a little deafening.

"Guys, please come in." Zheng Weimin stretched out his hand and gave way.

The leaders looked at each other, their eyes flickering, and they shifted their steps to climb the ridiculously high black stone steps.

After walking for nearly an hour, their legs were tired and sore, and they finally walked to the front of the main hall.

Then, with the heads of the big countries in front and the heads of small countries behind, the crowd rushed in and came to the temple.

Inside the main hall, it is magnificent and spacious, with 'black' as the main style, black floor, black walls, black beam roof, and everywhere is black in sight.

But it's bright and counterintuitive, so you can see everything in it.

I saw that on both sides of the hall, there were two rows of armor soldiers wearing armor and holding Changge, with face armor on their faces, and a cold aura emanating from their bodies, which was very terrifying.

And in the depths of the hall, above the high hall, is a delicately carved and simple and atmospheric divine chair.

Above, there is a figure sitting upright at this moment, full of divine light, hazy, and somewhat unclear.

But vaguely, it can be seen that it is a young man wearing a black imperial robe and an imperial crown, and he looks extremely handsome.

It is the one that the leaders have seen in the Yang world, the man of God who has appeared in heaven.

"Bold mortals, when you see Your Majesty the Supreme Yin Heavenly Son of the Netherworld, don't you kneel down quickly and salute."

The god man sat down, and a ghost-faced general in armor opened his mouth with a sharp look in his eyes.

There was a strong power in the voice, sweeping towards the leaders of His Highness, shaking their minds and pressing them a little breathless.

Some people who are not strong-willed, their bodies shake, and they almost climb down.

"Okay, it's just some vulgar etiquette, so let's do it."

The god man opened his mouth lightly and stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, all the leaders felt light, and the power pressed on their bodies disappeared.

At the same time, they found that in front of them, a small table and a small stool appeared out of thin air.

"Everyone, please be seated." And the man of God said.

The leaders looked at each other, did not say a word, and sat down silently.

To tell the truth, as the head of a country, they are above tens of thousands of people, and most of them still can't pull their faces.

Especially the lords of the West, where only slaves will bow down to their masters.

Fortunately, this god-man is quite amiable and doesn't care about these common rituals, so they save some face.

Wait for everyone to sit down.

From outside the hall, a bewitching woman entered, carrying a tray with melons, fruits, water and wine, and placed it on the table in front of the leaders.

These women, dressed in cheongsam, stockings, and high heels, are very slender and moving.

Merely......

His faces were older than the other, full of furrow-like wrinkles.

It's okay, the key is that he is still wearing heavy makeup, and his face is white and red, which is terrifying and terrifying.

Looking at the heads of the people, the forehead was bruised, and the eyelashes trembled.

After these women finished putting melons, fruits, water and wine, and retreated, a group of women came in from outside the hall.

Dressed in colorful dance costumes, they came to the center of the hall and danced to the music that came from nowhere.

The movements are beautiful, the long legs, the thin waist, and it is still very ornamental.

If you don't look at your face......

There is also something wrong with the music that comes from nowhere, it is not happy at all, with a sense of sadness, which makes the listener feel like crying.

In the crowd, Yang Guoqing's face was slightly strange.

Isn't this music a song that can only be played at domestic funerals, and he can't remember what it's called.

I can only say that this is really very earthly.

The flavor is very different from Yangshi, and it is unique.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how do you feel about my Netherworld?"

While His Highness was enjoying the dance, the man of God in the high hall opened his mouth and asked a question.

The leaders looked at each other, and there was silence, a little unsure of what to say.

The heads of several small nations glanced at the bald chieftain of the Black Continent.

Aren't you going to plead with others to accept the souls of the people of your own country after death? Hurry up.

But the bald chieftain, after entering the main hall, was a little deflated, and sat there without saying a word.

Seeing that no one spoke, Yang Qingguo calmed his mind and wanted to open his mouth to break the silent atmosphere.

After all, this underworld is a mythical place belonging to Dongxia, and he is also half the host, so he can't be too embarrassed.

But before he could speak, one of them took the lead.

"Your Majesty, this respected god, I am Shinichi Kato, the emperor of Amaterasu, and I came to visit your place today, which is really an eye-opener and breathtaking, and it is indeed worthy of being the place where death rests, and the place where gods and demons exist."

Emperor Amaterasu Kato Shinichi, learning the ancient rites of Eastern Xia, arched his hand and spoke loudly.

He spoke Amaterasu, but with the blessing of the Divine Word, everyone in the temple could understand what he meant.

Some leaders cursed in their hearts, sycophants.

After Kato Shinichi finished speaking, he hesitated, and then said carefully: "There is a matter that I want to ask His Majesty the gods, and I hope Your Majesty will not hesitate to tell you."

"Speak." A word came out of God's mouth.

"I don't know where Amaterasu, the god of Amaterasu Province, is at this time?"

Kato Shin had hope in his eyes.

He felt that since the Netherworld in Dongxia, ghosts and gods from all sides, really existed, then the Amaterasu God that had been circulated in his country since ancient times should also be real.

If Amaterasu is real, then they will also have gods as backers in Amaterasu.

He will no longer be like now, where his soul is casually snatched away and taken to this mythical place and forced to visit.

"Amaterasu? Oh, you said Xu Fu's little guy......"